Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.